The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He Novels & Stories

"Someone you trust?" She looked over at me, glaring even though her eyes were misty. "No," she said sternly. "I don't trust anybody." Her eyes locked onto mine again, and I could see all the confusion and anger swirling in there. She was definitely a broken woman, but there was this fire in her that hadn't been totally extinguished, no matter how hard she tried to cover it up. And just like that, we drew closer, though neither of us had the faintest idea what it actually meant or what we were doing.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

he said. I coldly stared at him, as if I was looking at a stranger. "Our relationship had ended for quite some time. Why would I still keep the same password?" Adrian's eyes began to moisten as he said, "Sophia, let's get back together. I've completely broken things off with Flora. I'll give you the grandest marking ceremony! "I know you terminated our pup because you were angry. I don't blame you for it. We'll have many more pups in the future!"

After so many cycles of breaking up and getting back together, only I would be stupid enough to keep track of every single detail about him. Still, I said yes. I really did want to see the concert. That night, I waited at the venue, but Jeff never showed up. I opened the voice message he had just sent me. His apologetic voice was layered over the noise of the concert, faintly mixed with Larissa's light laughter. "Sorry. Larissa suddenly felt a little sick. I had to take her to the hospital. We'll have plenty of anniversaries in the future anyway. After Larissa leaves tomorrow, I'll do anything you want, okay?"

With the way his eyes intensely regarded her, she knew he had no intentions of pretending it didn't happen. Why was he so angry at her words? Were they not truth? If anything, she revealed too much of her shattered heart. She didn't need him thinking she was weak and pathetic. The problem with her icy exterior is that she never healed after he broke her. She never got over him and she bitterly despised him for getting over her. The problem was he moved on to better pastures and she hadn't. She never would, because she would always be that pathetic girl pining after someone that was falling for someone else now.

Instead, it reflects my surface on the mirror that is in front of me. The girl in front of me is broken. Her eyes looked lifeless. Blank. Her face is emotionless, ready to fight everything that comes in her way. I want to die...... but I promised him. She is just breathing not living. He asked me to live happily but didn't he know that I am lifeless...... Didn't he know that I am nothing without him. Before I could think anything further there was a knock on the door. "Come in Ethan."I said. Ethan opened the door. He came in and asked, " How do you know it was me?"

Tired of acting strong, it was as if she was waiting for those calming words and, she started crying, her tears telling the tale of her broken heart's condition. Vansh and Avni immediately hugged her, with Avni stroking her hand on her shoulder and Vansh stroking her head, consoling her. They had made her weep on intention, for that was the only way to reach inside her sorrowful heart. "I...I....loved him with my soul dee, then why did he break my heart? I...I gave him my h.... heart aaannddd.. he broke it harshly, i... I remain loya...l for him f..or how much years dee, a..nd what I got in return, noth...ing, just a broken heart. I ...I am just a broken person, unable to love anyone." Shana

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

She asked while staring at the ceiling. There is a broken heart, reminiscent of broken ice melting on a hot street; it is like lighting a fire, enjoying the flames, leaving behind the scene of ashes. What hurts the most is that the funny and sweet things in her memory of him have remained the flame, and everything else is the ashes fluttering in the wind in her eyes. She looks perfect, but she is very fragile in the heart. Ever since Perci used his words as a weapon, it has become dust—still glass, but prone to explosions. She is still in severe and severe pain. There are things that we can't have just because we want to. Some things are borrowed only, and time will come to give them back to